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- 474 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
remembered was something like Adrianople. He was not mis-
taken: the hotel was so conspicuous in that God-forsaken place
that he could not fail to see it even in the dark. It was a long,
blackened wooden building, and in spite of the late hour there
were lights in the windows and signs of life within. He went in
and asked a ragged fellow who met him in the corridor for a
room. The latter, scanning Svidrigailov, pulled himself together
and led him at once to a close and tiny room in the distance, at
the end of the corridor, under the stairs. There was no other, all
were occupied. The ragged fellow looked inquiringly.
"Is there tea?" asked Svidrigailov.
"Yes, sir."
"What else is there?"
"Veal, vodka, savouries."
"Bring me tea and veal."
"And you want nothing else?" he asked with apparent sur-
prise.
"Nothing, nothing."
The ragged man went away, completely disillusioned.
"It must be a nice place," thought Svidrigailov. "How was it
1 didn't know it? I expect I look as if I came from a cafe chan-
tant and have had some adventure on the way. It would be
interesting to know who stayed here."
He lighted the candle and looked at the room more carefully.
It was a room so low-pitched that Svidrigailov could only just
stand up in it; it had one window; the bed, which was very dirty,,
and the plain stained chair and table almost filled it up. The
walls looked as though they were made of planks, covered with
shabby paper, so torn and dusty that the pattern was indistin-
guishable, though the general colour — yellow — could still be
made out. One of the walls was cut short by the sloping ceiling,^
though the room was not an attic, but just under the stairs.
Svidrigailov set down the candle, sat down on the bed and
sank into thought. But a strange persistent murmur which
sometimes rose to a shout in the next room attracted his atten-
tion. The murmur had not ceased from the moment he entered
the room. He listened: some one was upbraiding and almost
tearfully scolding, but he heard only one voice.
Svidrigailov got up, shaded the light with his hand and at
once he saw light through a crack in the wall; he went up and
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